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He listened intently, gathering information quietly until an alternate form of his name was bellowed out loud from Cherno. John sighed and fished in his pocket for his cell phone. He didn't know what to say, especially because he was yelled out of a serious state. So humbly he simply placed his cellular device, square into Cherno's shaking palm.

 

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Johnathan! Oh Johnathan, holy saviour of them all! Johnathan was a terrible person for being a radical Christian evangelical and Cherno hated him for it. Hated his guts. Hated his guts so much that they were the closest of friends and Cherno was always upset and annoyed when people judged Johnathan as being a bad person when he was definitely the opposite.

Cherno grasped the shaking phone tightly in his hand. He dialed his number onto Johnathan's phone, his fingers slipping here and there. "S--Sorry for m--making your phone all swe--sweaty, brother ..." He rung up his own phone, and he felt his phone vibrate. Right, he was ready. He set Johnathan's phone down in the center of the table, between much of the others, and he launched himself away from the floor, kicking open the door and running outside. His coat was a shadowy cape.

Outside in the cold wind, Cherno accepted the call and spoke into his phone. First, he breathed in huge lungfuls of air. Thank god he was out of that hellhole.

☎ I'm staying outside. Sorry lads. I'm not really fond of that place, you dig? So I'll be talking through Johnathan's phone. Hope you can all hear me. I wanted to also say that I've tried a bunch of programs in deciphering the text myself, the -- uh, the tiny fine print. It's like she didn't want us to even read it, because up close it seems like a bunch of scurry little jive pixels. Even when I look close enough, my ... my brain stars to hurt? I don't know how to describe it.
☎ I also would be fond of bringing up the lovely fact that we have a time limit of a hundred days, you know? Hundred. There's got to be a reason why our little witch friend went ahead and square-danced herself along that particular number of days. Stay on our toes and the like. Two people are going to kick the bucket soon. In fact, according to her, everyone with the exception of two people could potentially kick the bucket.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx Kallisti looked at Cherno, he was obviously having a problem here. He seemed to be fine everywhere else, but apparently, there was just something about Lacey's that set him off wrong. She wasn't surprised by much though, albeit a little startled. He fiddled around a little, and then quickly went outside, talking through his phone to Jonathan's and saying sorry for freaking out.

They weren't getting anywhere, the text was just impossibly small and impossible to read. This is probably how it was supposed to be, but it wasn't there without reason. The demon must have put something in it that she didn't want them to read, but to ease her conscience. Maybe she was supposed to put it in there? Maybe she had rules, too.

" What if this woman is answering to someone else? " Kallisti said, leaning back into her chair, " The text is in there, but is too small for us, obviously. Perhaps she desired that we not be able to read it, but the sole reason it is in there is because she had to put it in there, for rules. There is a chance that she has rules, as well as we do. It is also possible that she is not the only one; there could be more like her, and one hundred days is protocol. "

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The waiter brought over the milkshake Aileen had ordered. She thanked him and began sipping on the straw. She did not feel that she belonged at this meet up at all. Everyone was so involved, and there she was, sitting and sipping on her milkshake. Brian had not said much yet, but Aileen took this as a gesture to get her to speak. She had tried, but there was really no place for her to cut in. Aileen sighed and continued sipping on her straw.

Suddenly, Cherno yelled for someone's phone. Aileen stared at him with curious eyes. When Jonathan gave him his, Cherno dialed a number, returned the phone and then ran outside. A moment later, Jonathan's phone rang. It seemed that Cherno could not handle the atmosphere in Lacey's. Oh, a germaphobe...I guess communicating through the phone isn't too bad...

" What if this woman is answering to someone else? " Quin said, as she leaned back into her chair, " The text is in there, but is too small for us, obviously. Perhaps she desired that we not be able to read it, but the sole reason it is in there is because she had to put it in there, for rules. There is a chance that she has rules, as well as we do. It is also possible that she is not the only one; there could be more like her, and one hundred days is protocol. "

This option was possible, but something about the idea did not seem right in Aileen's mind. She bit her right lip in thought. When she found a way to properly word her thoughts she spoke, "That could be true, but from what we saw in the auditorium on Friday and the way she acted," Aileen said as she lightly shook her head, "she seemed pretty...umm...self-motivated- or maybe it was just me..."

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Yuna looked at Quin, after the latter spoke. "Quin's right. There's no way to know for sure if it is just her. There could be way more! We need a way to fight her and fast! If we don't hurry, the 100 days will be up, and we'll all be dead," she looked at Madeline, "Just like Thomas," she added delicately. Yuna then noticed she had stood up in the middle of this. Quietly, she took her seat again. Suddenly, she had a crazy idea. She knew it might be far off, but she suggested it anyway. "What if, it's her predicted order for our deaths? O-Or she might have put it there so she didn't forget who to kill in what order on what day." The prospect was scary. "This is all really confusing..." she said with a frustrated tone.

 

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They weren't getting anywhere, really. Just random speculations. She closed her eyes and groaned softly to herself. Her head was starting to ache. What was this? There had to be SOME way to figure out what the fine print was, otherwise...Otherwise it was just as bad as not having it there!

Cherno freaked out and her headache got worse. He left the building and she rolled her eyes. Really? Germs? He was going to have a hard time for these remaining days if germs made him freak out like that.

Freak...Out...?

She was suddenly getting extremely claustrophobic. All of these people. All of their emotions. It was draining her energy. Why couldn't everyone be okay? ...Then again, this is what Crestatia wanted. She was playing with emotions. She quietly wondered what would happen if they all learned to control themselves.

Her eyes locked back onto Aileen's milkshake and she shook her head again. No, fatass, no. Don't even think about it.

She had to leave. She had called them all here, but she had to leave--but how? She was inbetween so many people--ugh the largest table...that had been a mistake. She was sitting between Chase and Anthony, and across from Temperance. Dear god how was she going to get out of here? She needed to get out NOW. All of these emotions...Their expressions, their fear was so apparent...How do you just wear everything out on your sleeve like that? Gross!

"Gross..." She whimpered. This was exactly why Thomas had died. "Excuse me, please."

They weren't moving fast enough. She reached out and attempted to gently shove Chase (the one at the edge) out of the booth. Not enough force. Get out of my way! She wasn't sure where this panic was coming from. She felt jittery, almost like her body was about to catch fire. Really? Was it really just because of all of them? Was that it?

Her hands trembled as she stood. "Move!"

 

Temperance stood up, causing her chair to make a scraping sound as the feet slid across the floor. She slammed her hands down on the table and glared at madeline angrily. Her brow furrowed and her eyes flashed between the panicky girl and the boy next to her. "Would everyone just calm the fuck down? Seriously! Madeline what the hell is your problem anyway? Do you even feel bad for Thomas dying? Keep our hormones in check?! Fuck that! Some of us were in a relationship before this shit happened! I had to break up with my boyfriend of two years because of this bitch witch and all you can say is don't act on your feelings? Thomas liked you! God knows why! I don't get it. That's for sure!"

She glared down at the phone on speaker sitting on the table. "Cherno, man the fuck up and get back inside!" Her gaze moved back to madeline. This ***** didn't have a clue, did she? She wanted to die. It was obvious! "Why the hell don't you just off yourself madeline? It's obvious you don't even want to live! Don't waste the rest of our days by persevering when you don't want it!"

 

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xxxxxxxxxx About five minutes ago, Kallisti ran a hand through her hair and decided that this meeting had gone downhill fast. It was a wonder she was still even here. Originally, she had been hoping that they could have a short but productive meeting about their fate, but that idea soon disappeared when everyone started shooting in the dark. What she found most important at the moment was the fine print; they needed to know what it said - it had to be of the utmost importance, and if she was right, and the demoness really was attempting to keep it from them, then there had to be something in it that would help them.

When she had heard Temperance bust up with irritation, Kallisti looked up, and saw a red-faced Madeline, and then she sighed. This meeting was going to go nowhere, but what should she do? She decided that she really didn't want anything to do with these people for now and this diner and all of these people and just - well. Everything was starting to grind on her nerves, though she appeared composed on the outside, " Miss Temperance, " Kallisti said to her with a cold tone, picking a few bills out of her pocket, " I believe that you should go calm down. You have no right to speak to anyone in such a manner, and I feel that your presence is no longer wanted here. "

By the time she had finished speaking, Kallisti realized she was standing and carelessly letting a glare show on her face, " I do not understand how you make friends, Miss Temperance, but this is not the way to do it. You act as if you are the only one affected by this . . . this despicable e-mail. Please, tell me again how you are the only one whose life has been altered by recent events? Tell me again how you are so important that you can order people to do things that they are absolute in wanting to do? " she said, her voice growing a little louder, " You are a horrid and selfish person, no wonder all of your so-called 'friends' speak negatively about you behind your back. "

Perhaps she had really gone too far, and she decided that it was definitely a bad idea to show so much of her irritation and anger to these people, but Temperance had finally lost the little good grace that she had from Kallisti, and she no longer wanted the Peacock there, or anywhere near her. She was tempted to leave herself, but she would not stand down from this.
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Temperance's eyebrow twitched and her expression turned into that of a sneer. Her head snapped around to quintus. "those people are not my friends! And i never once said that i was the only one affected! I just think she should act a little more like she cares! Madeline here seems awfully thrilled about all of this! It's sick! I didn't even want to come here. To sit with you fucking people Quintus! Oh, look at me! I'm Quin! I'm so great! I can play the violin. Everybody loves me! I talk like I'm from the 1800's. How's your mom Quin? News flash! You're not that great!"

Her fist pounded the table furiously. Her face was red and head pounding from anger. Did they honestly believe they could gang up on her? Temperance? Never!

 

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Off herself?

Her shoulders slumped and she felt her bottom lip quiver. Yeah, she wouldn't mind dying or anything, but to be told to die. That was a little much ... more than a little. It was really rather hurtful. ...Sort of, for a moment. Once the initial sting past, though, Madeline's fist clenched and her eyes narrowed. Temperance. What an awful girl. If anyone deserved to die, it was her. All she'd done this entire time is complain about her stupid boyfriend, as if she knew anything about love. ...And to use Thomas like that, to even say his name. Who did she think she was?

Quin spoke and Madeline almost calmed down. Almost. Then Temperance went off again, this time including Quintus in her rant.

No. Not her.

It was strange. She usually had a better hold on herself. This would be the perfect opportunity to play the victim card. She was good at that...and yet, all she could feel was anger. Blinding anger.

Before anyone could say anything, Madeline was on the table. She smacked the beverages that were in her way out of it and crawled over to the other side of the booth. Her hand raised and without much of a warning, she slapped Temperance right across her cheek--hard. It wasn't in the way she had slapped Brian's hand away. It was meant to hurt. If she could kill with a slap, that would have been her intention.

She had meant to stop there, but she literally couldn't. She completely lunged herself at Temperance without any restraint, dragging her down the edge of the table and onto the filthy diner floor.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx Kallisti closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This was not productive, why was she still even here? She was just making things more fussy and that wasn't what she wanted. As Temperance violently defended herself, she began taking shots at Kallisti, and then she smirked.

" Here, I thought I was being immature. " she said softly, wrapping her scarf around her neck more securely, " Congratulations, Miss Temperance, you have just proved to each one of these people how immature and hateful you are, and I have proved that I am an idiot for biting onto your baited line. " she continued, " I do hope that you are quite satisfied with yourself. " For she knew she was herself.

A waste of time this was. She turned away from the table and began to walk away. No wonder she had a strong hate for people. They made her sick. She made herself sick. Everyone made her sick.

And that's when she heard the slap connect. Her eyes widen she turned around and saw Madeline attacking Temperance. Well, this was new, and she quickly rushed over to the two girls, who were now rolling on the floor, " Madeline, " she said, trying to have her hear her voice, and she bent down to reach for the girl, only to be nearly dragged down with them, " This is not exactly what I intended, " she breathed as she moved away from the two, " Madeline, I do not think this is wise, " but she didn't act on her words, fearing that the anger might be turned at her.
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Altair well...to put it bluntly was as calm as ever. In just what seemed to be under a minute everything fell down into utter chaos. So much drama, so very much drama, hell if anything he felt this would have been the perfect scenario for quite the dramatic soap opera....then it hit him.

"Like sands through the hourglass, so are the 100 days of our lives."

....of course common sense prevented him from saying that but one thing was clear....he really needed to stop watching being around the old man when he was watching his damn soap operas.

Shaking his head Altair calmly closed his eyes and crossed his arms as he leaned back on his chair. He listened to them battle it out but when he heard Temperance speak he had enough. He opened his eyes and stared at the girl with dead cold eyes and was about to say something but immediately paused upon watching the slap. Altair smirked, but what came next erased the smirk and even the calm Altair was stunned by the sudden action of Madeline. As one closest to the edge, Altair immediately ran off and attempted to pull off Madeline.

"Calm yourself, the b**** isn't worth it." Altair said to Madeline as as he tried to pry the girl off

 

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Yuna eyed Quin and Temperance angrily. "Knock it off you two! This is exactly what Cresatia wants! To seperate us before we come together! I know we aren't friends, and we may never be friends, but the least we could do is stick the f uck together! If we don't, then what the hell happens!? We all die, and our families feel like sh it! No matter who we like or dislike, I know for a fact that each and every one of you guys wants to stay alive! So for the love of Christ put your little b itchy fits aside and start thinking rationally for once in your god damn lives! I'm not giving in to Cresatia! Never! So long as I'm alive, I'm gonna fight this! I'm gonna live past the 100 days, and I'll never look back! Now who's with me?" Yuna said. It felt good to get it all out and tell everyone exactly what she though.

 

John was beginning to think this was all a big mistake. And given that he knew pieces of Madeline situation, he was not surprised that she suddenly snapped.

He spoke from his chest, years of speaking with no microphone in crowded places coming out in the way his voice could reach every ear. "The email said that we all had one hundred days to live. That there are rules to obey and that breaking them causes death to the breaker. The email also said that we could live freely and with no regrets. So we can assume, warily, that these rules will keep her entertained just because we obeyed them." He sighed when he finished speaking, wishing he had ordered a drink or something.

" Of course I say we fight her, after all she is not the angel of death, therefore she has no right to decide deaths, but it does appear that she has two favorites that she is allowing to live past one hundred days. We figure that out and we could have a huge advantage. Also there was mention of a predecessor indicating that there was or is another game happening. Humans. Demons. Two creatures known for leaving behind history or notes or messages. Sometimes useless, sometimes pivitol. Understand? A previous game could mean a previous human winner or winning. And this demoness..her powers are simply too big! I cannot believe that some historian or human being has not written about her."

"My main point is that we were chosen for a reason. Be it by her the Lord Almighty himself. And on top of that, we were brought here for a reason also. I cannot believe that you would be so hostile if you were doing this alone. So take comfort in the fact that there are others! We have something unholy attack us. Not you. Not me. Not just one person, but all of us. So everyone, chip in. Because by the end of of this discussion, one of us could die and the only thing we have done is speculate and *****. And I am not talking just talking about the angry girl over there. I mean those of you clearly bitching at and fighting with yourselves.

John felt weary after his rant that was supposed to not have been so long and tiresome in the first place. He rubbed his temples. "We need something to do and we can't keep having this truancy meetings. Pray to your favorite deity and let's move on. I'm done." And it was a good thing too, because he brought words to a girl fight.

 

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Temperance completely ignored quintus. The blood pounding in her ears made it nearly impossible to hear anyway. The sting on her cheek came out of nowhere. She reached up to touch it, but never got the chance. Madeline lunged across the table at her. They hit the ground rolling. One of her heels slipped off and she slammed madeline against the dirty tile floor. She felt altair try and pull madeline away. oh hell no! She's mine! temperance slammed her other heel into his shin, hard.

From on top of madeline's body she took a swing at her face. The bitch deserved it. She didn't want to live. The chances would be better for everyone else if the people that didn't even want to exist were eliminated. Simple, right? Temperance pounded her fist into madeline's shoulder. She wrapped her fingers tightly into madeline's hair and pulled.

She wouldn't let a scrawny little anerexic bitch get the best of her. It was completely obvious. Amy had been anerexic for a year and a half. She could easily see the symptoms. Odds were that her bones would snap beneath temperance's weight before she could even do any real damage. "Apologize for slapping me you cunt!"

 

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She ignored everyone's rants and attempts at breaking them up (including a few unrelated visitors of the diner). They were just background noise. All that mattered was breaking this girl's face. That is, until Altair touched her. She shivered; squealing, and then shot a teary glare at him. What a distraction. Then she gasped as the air was knocked out of her and she took another blow. Her head was pounding.​

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Temperance was fighting dirty. M barely registered her hair being pulled before she grabbed a handful of locks from the slut above of her. Her leg kicked up into Temperance's torso, halfway on purpose and halfway out of survival instinct. The fat bitch on her empty stomach was making her world spin. She had the will to fight--and the full blown desire to kill--but her body was running on water right now and she didn't have the strength to go full force. ​

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Her shoulder burned. She kicked again in an attempt to get Temperance off of her, digging her long nails into the girl's arms and clawing animalistically. Apologize? What was there to apologize for? Nothing. Temperance deserved it. She scrunched her face up, suddenly hit with a new level of hatred. These people. She sincerely hoped Temperance was one of the two to die. ​

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She glanced down at Temperance and opened her mouth to speak...then she closed it. She felt just a tiny bit of guilt. That guilt was magnified when the owner of the diner came over to them and went off loudly with a thick accent she didn't recognize. All she gathered was that they all were being asked to leave. ​

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Altair tried to pry the two off each other, but in the end that proved futile. As he held on to Madeline he suddenly looked down at her. The sudden shiver and the teary eyed glare he received changed everything. Upon merely seeing the girl's tear filled glare Altair slowly began to weaken his grip...that is until..."GAH....GODDAMN THAT HURTS" Alatair cringed as the heel collided into his shin. Staggering back Altair began to rub his shin and watch the fight. Truly heels were quite the deadly instrument of pain. He could have jumped in again, but the two were all too serious, it was their fight after all. For now he could only praise the gods that the heel wasn't kicked at a slightly higher area.

With the pain starting to subside a bit Altair sighed as they were suddenly ordered to leave. "well that was...I have no words for it" Altair muttered calmly as he slightly limped outside. He never really felt they would accomplish anything from the start and though he was right he still heard interesting theories so he couldn't say it was a complete waste

 

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This fighting among themselves was not wise, Kallisti realized. She had heard Yunalesca, another girl she didn't care much for, say something about that, but the way she said it, Kallisti had simply blocked it out. Now that her mind was more clear, however, she realized that the girl was right; perhaps this is what the demoness wanted; for them to fight with each other, and they were giving her that satisfaction, however truly angry they were at each other. She looked at the now-messy Madeline and sighed once more, this was not what she wanted, but when looking at Temperance, a new rage began to grow - how dare she mention her mother, when she knew nothing about what happened with her. She had no right to, and - Kallisti narrowed her eyes.

How did Temperance even know about her mother? Of course she had mentioned her on Tumblr a few times, here and there, but that certainly didn't bring enough up for her to say it so that it would affect her. Did Temperance know how it affected Kallisti? If only she had really known what she did to her mother, then she might have been a little more wise in not mentioning it. " This girl is a horrible and terrible bitch, and that is all there is to say about it. " Kallisti thought to herself, " If she is to die today, then so be it. "

As immature as that was . . . Well. At this point, Kallisti didn't give much care, " Well, " she said, mostly to Madeline and Altair, " I am glad we could all be productive little bees of the hive today. " And then she looked at Temperance once more, " Thank you for enlightening me on your personnel, " she jeered , " It was most . . . riveting. "

With one final calming breath, Kallisti decided that she would go outside, Cherno was there after all, and she wanted to check if he was alright. She only wished Tyler was here - oh. Tyler. Photoshop. Maybe she should go over to his house soon, lest one of them dies, but he just might be able to enhance that small print. Just maybe. It hardly seemed like a good idea to leave Madeline in here with Temperance, even though they were all being ordered out of the diner, so she turned to Madeline, " Will you be coming? "

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Instead of wishing to break up the fight like everyone else Anthony had been cheering it on.

"That's right, punch her in the face! Go Madeline!" Ah, but before either could really get the other they were being asked to leave. That was such a shame, as Temperance was the only player so far he did not care for so far. But that could be dealt with later, as since he was loud too surely he was one of the group the staff wanted to leave most. After the two fighting females of course.

Taking his chance he went around them and headed outside, waving to the others on his way out. It was like everyone forgot two of them were going to die, huh? How funny.

 

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Abby didn't know what to do. She'd been quiet, carefully listening to everybody's contributions and figuring them all out in her mind so she didn't say anything stupid. Then without warning it had all kicked off, Cherno had suddenly freaked out...over germs? She wasn't really sure. Either way, he'd suddenly panicked and had to go outside. What was she supposed to say to him? She still didn't really understand why he'd done that but honestly they were all on edge after that email and she didn't think any worse of him. It had caused her to retreat back into her shell though.

Then Temperance. Need any more be said? She was being a *****, as usual, firmly cementing Abby's hate for her. She was being so mean and horrible again, sure M & Cherno had reacted a lot but given the stress they were under it was understandable, she wouldn't blame them for it. Temperance's comments were completely unnecessary, Abby almost wanted to cheer when M ripped into the *****, if she hadn't been busy internally panicking about what to do. She wanted to do something, anything but she was terrified of them turning on her. She played out so many scenarios in her head, mostly ending badly, but in reality she didn't say a word or move. She was simply reduced to watching the fight in terror so powerless to do anything.

She got out of the cafe as soon as she could, not wanting to spend another moment in there, this was not what she'd expected happening when she skipped school to do this.